A/N: Wow… so I wasn't expecting people to even read this story. Glad you guys do. thanks for the reviews.

Disclaimer. I own nada.

Just so you know- Beau is 25, Bryan is 23, and Teagan is 20.

Ally.

Brooke POV

I woke up to the sound of beeping and feeling really uncomfortable. I don't understand how I went to being in Peyton's bed and woke up in the hospital. I slowly opened my eyes to see a very unfamiliar woman in front of me. She looked like someone's mom with her shoulder length faded blond hair and her blue eyes filled with stories. She stared at me with the one thing I saw from everyone since I was ten years old: pity. I hated it. When I told Lucas he looked at me with pity and I wanted to claw my eyes out. It sucks when you walk around and people pretend to care, pretend to feel sorry for you. They are the same people that made fun of you, but the second they find out you're dying, that switch fakeness comes on. I hate fake people. This lady, who is staring at me doesn't look fake. She looks honest and she looks sad.

"Brooklyn?" I hear and I involuntarily flinch. I hate my name. It might be because my father for some reason got to name me. My mom wanted to name me Sophia Grace which I like. My father was probably high because Brooklyn makes me sound like a boring old lady who has lots of cats. I am allergic to cats, so yeah, Brooklyn not for me. I realize that I should probably answer because I am just staring at her and I think it is freaking her out.

"Brooke" I corrected with a rough voice. I guess she notice the discomfort I felt with my throat because she handed me a cup of water. I took a sip of it and sighed. I love water. It was so refreshing. I have always been addicted to water, other than alcohol it was the only thing I really drank.

"Right. So Brooke, I was looking at your file and the boy that-" I tuned her out until I heard boy. First of all, I have no idea how I ended up in here and second of all, who the hell is this boy?

"Boy?" I asked sitting up and grabbing my head from the sudden sharp pain behind my ear.

"Yes. Umm... a" she started looking at the file. "A Lucas Scott brought you in." She said pulling her square rimmed glasses off and looking at me. I just groaned and fell back into the bed. She let out a small chuckle and put her glasses back on and looking back at my file. Dude, my file is bigger than like Beck, Beau, Bryan, and Teagan's combined. I guess that is what you get when you get deathly ill. "Anyway, the boy said you had been drinking and didn't take your medicine." She said softly looking up at me. The memories came back and I remembered me screaming at Lucas and then passing out.

"Yes mam" I said politely

"Do you understand how dangerous not taking your medicine is? And the risks are higher when you pour alcohol down your throat" She said motherly and concerned. It was like she was scared for my life. Join the club.

"Yes mam" I said trying to look ashamed. I didn't really care what the risks were. What can they really say, hey Brooke when you drink, you only have a day left to live, not 3 months. Honestly I am going to die anyway; I should at least have fun.

"Do you drink often?" She asked. Now you see I have two options: I could lie. I could say that I never drink and last night was a onetime thing, but I hate liars. A little humorous saying as I lie to everyone, but I hate liars. Option 2 is telling her the truth. Take the consequences that come with it.

"Yes mam" I said,

"Mind telling me why?" She asked moving her chair closer to me. I shook my head like a child and stared at my hands. "Did it have to do with the boy that brought you in?" She asked and I just looked up at her with tears in my eyes that were threatening to fall. "He looked awfully concerned about you."

"No, he hates me. I hate him. He is just my best friend's brother" I told her convincingly as I wiped the tears that didn't get a chance to run down my ace. At least I tried to. She just nodded knowing it was a touchy subject. I mentally thanked her.

"How often do you drink?" She asked changing the subject and I didn't want to tell her. She was a stranger. I didn't even know her name.

"What's your name?" I asked softly.

"Victoria Smith" She said with a soft smile.

"My mom's name is Victoria." I sighed feeling ashamed. My mom should hate me. She should kick me out for all the trouble I cause her, but she doesn't. She is such a great mom and I want her to be mad. I want her to hate me.

"That's nice. Now that you know my name will you answer my question?"

"Everyday" I whispered barely audible.

"It might be best if you got some help Brooke. I know it is hard to deal with everything, but you drinking is not good for you."

"No. I am not going to a rehab center. I am not an alcoholic. I am not my father" I said shaking with anger. I couldn't be him. I know I have a problem, but I can't admit to other people.

"I know honey, but you cannot keep living this way" She said calmly.

"Why does it matter? I have three months. Why can't I live it how I want to?" I asked sadly all my anger now gone.

"Because why do you want to put your mother through more pain by not being there mentally those three months or cutting those three months down to one?" She asked and I instantly felt guilty. I sat there taking in what she said. She is right. My mom has enough to deal with, why add her dying daughter being drunk all the damn time.

"Will you be there?" I asked.

"Yes, along with a few others your age that just got over addiction. You will be in a teenager group." She told me.

"Okay. What do I have to do?" I asked looking over at her. She smiled a relieved smiled and told me how I would go to a rehab center that was about an hour away and I would have to be there for thirty days. A month. That means when I get out I only have two months left. I guess I have to do it though.

I was discharged and hour later and went home to packed. I didn't pack a lot, just the necessities. I called Peyton and told her what was going on and how I would be over to say goodbye. I got in my mom's SUV and drove to Peyton's house. When I get there I see Jake's big and ugly sixty's van that he insists driving. I had known Jake since fifth grade and used to do his homework. Somehow though through the years of money and homework exchanging we became close friends. He and Peyton started dating freshman year. I used to make fun of them for dating in high school and not breaking up every other week. I thought that was how all high school relationships were until me and Lucas started dating. I never thought I would date anyone. I thought I would die a virgin, but nope. Lucas took care of that real quick. I always knew he was cocky and arrogant, but never thought he would be as shallow as he is. I walk up to the door and Peyton opened the door and hugged me.

"Hey bud" I smiled hugging her.

"Why do you have to go?" She asked in tears. Seeing her cry made me start silently crying. Peyton only cried when it was serious.

"Don't you want me to get better, best friend?" I asked wiping her tears away and holding her face

"But if you go you only got two months left" She cried hugging me again.

"I know. Life sucks. But hey, today March 31. I get out on April 29 or 30. My birthday is on May 31. At least I get to turn eighteen" I shrugged and she just cried more.

"I hate your father" She cried.

"Yeah. Me too" I sighed pulling away from her. "Where's Jake? I want to say bye." I smiled wiping her tears.

"You need to calm down pretty lady. I only commit to one girl" I hear behind me and laugh. Only Jake Jagielski can get me to laugh at a time like this.

"Come here you dumbass" I say pulling him into a hug. Now there is something you need to know about me and Jake. When he and Peyton started dating no one, I mean no one supported them. Lucas, being the jackass he is, didn't like him because Jake is a year older, but he is in our grade. Don't ask because I don't know how that works. Anywho, Peyton's parents are really don't like anyone she dates. Peyton and my closest friend's Haley and Theresa hated him. They thought he was a bad influence on Peyton and took all her attention. I find this humorous because when Peyton started to date Jake, her grades got better, she stopped going to parties because even at fourteen she was a little wild, and she seemed to actually like cheerleading again. I wanted to hit Theresa because she would talk bad about him while he was standing there. He acted like he didn't care, but he wanted Peyton's friends to like him. He started to grow on Haley and they actually became friends, but Theresa just got more annoying and clingy to Haley, me, and Peyton so we sort of dropped her. Peyton told Jake if there was one of her friends he could hate it was Theresa. I, on the other hand, was thrilled when they started dating. I loved Jake. I saw him as just another big brother and I saw him that way ever since fifth grade when he moved here and all these kids were telling him how weird I was and how I was freakishly smart and thin and super pale. They told him that I was very anti-social and how I only talked to Peyton and the occasional diss to Lucas. He told them he would believe half of what he heard all of what he saw. The truth which he found out quickly was fifth grade was when I first got sick. With what, they don't know. He became one of my best friends that day and to this day I thank him for everything he helped me with.

"I am going to miss you baby Davis" He smiled down at me and I just hugged him tighter.

"Right back at you Jagielski." I smiled. I pulled out of the hug and we three hung out for a few hours in Peyton's room just talking and having fun.

"I will be right back" I said getting up and walking into the bathroom and locking the door. I jumped up and sat on the counter and cried. I sobbed hysterically because I knew that for thirty days I wouldn't get to see them. Or thirty days I won't see Beck's face. I won't see my mom's face and even though I hate to admit it, I don't get to see Lucas. I might hate him now, but I do- I mean did have strong feelings for him. I cried even harder when the realization sat in that I only will get two months left with my family and friends.

I jumped off the counter and splashed cold water on my face before walking out and towards Peyton's room, but was stopped when I heard his voice go through my head.

"I think you owe me a thank you, Brooke" He said and I didn't even have to turn around to know he was smirking. I am pretty sure that is the only expression he has. I spin around hastily and glare daggers at him as he walked slowly towards me.

"And why is that? What have you done for me that I should thank you for? Was it the pretending to care? Or was it the breaking my heart? Youre right, thanks Lucas, it juat made the last nine months so much better" I snapped boiling with anger.

"I did save your life" He said with a smirk as always.

"Wow. You want an award? You saved a dying girl from dying sooner. Thanks Lucas. You are such a great guy" I said patting him one the back and I watched the smirk slowly fade away.

"Don't talk like that Brooke." He whispered laced with sadness. I think.

"Why? We know it is going to happen. I am going to this stupid rehab and then I get two months left. I don't really care anymore. Im just like you" I shrugged.

"Stop moping Brooke. Instead of just giving up why don't you try to find out what is wrong?" He snapped suddenly angry. I scoffed; he must think I am an idiot.

"You think I am giving up? If there was a cure, hell if they had a way of finding out what was wrong with me, I would be first in line. I have tried everything. I have tried asking some of the best doctors and they don't know. You think I want to die? Do you think I want to give up everything? I wanted to get married. I wanted kids. I wanted to go to college. Now all I am hoping for is to get to July 1st. If I get there then I will hope for July 2nd. If I get to July 4th and can celebrate Bryan's 24th birthday then I will at least die on a happy day. Do you know what it feels like to know in three months you have to give it all up? To lose everything?" I cried and he just stood there before whispering.

"Yeah. I plan on losing it all" And with that he left with me standing there dumb founded with tears running down my face.

A/N: kind of short, but i had to end it there. Review? It would be greatly appreciated.